Not my usual style, but from time to time I like to delve into a bit of dark poetry and release some shadows for cleansing. I’ll leave it to the reader’s imagination as to what’s going on in this narrative. It’s still open to debate in my head. If you can conjure up your own interpretation feel free to let me know in the comments, I’d be quite interested to hear what your creative imaginations summon.
Your frost encased lips shimmering like precious diamonds dazzle my eyes. The cold stillness of your breath in eternal paralysis has a saudade effect on me.
I feel distraught but relieved, this bittersweet release has cast a mixture of responses in the pits and bowels of my heart.
Winter steam escapes your once abundant with life body. Dead now but so alive with beauty.
A distance groan echoes from the howling beast communing with luna, the sorrowful wail of grief.
The dreams of the day turn into the terrors of the night.
Your glacier imprisoned tomb will be frozen forever more.
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